Day one complete! This is going good right? Yeah, this is going great! A positive mind leads to a positive outcome. I've already started remaking friends. I made it clear that I would not be joining glee club or the cheerios. Now I just have to keep focused on staying away from those...people.

I hope Kurt and Brittany aren't mad. I mean its not like I can ask them anyway, but at least they don't have to be near such a meanie anymore. I know they don't really like me like that anyway. Sister Justice told me so. And who am I to doubt my elders.

Hm, it's 4pm. I don't have to be home for at least another hour. I will stop by the park and get some sketches done before I have to go home. Maybe Rachel will want to tag along. I should text her.

Silly Santy:

Hey, Rach. I need to get some sketches done and I was wondering if you'd want to keep me company? (4:06 p.m.)

Radiant Rachy:

Hello, Santana, I'd love to accompany you as you sketch. I had no idea that you were into art. Where would you like to meet at? (4:08 p.m)

Silly Santy:

Yeah, I picked it up while I was away and it has become some form of a stress reliever, I guess. I want to meet by the entrance of Snowbell Park. You know by the Rec Center? (4:08 p.m.)

Radiant Rachy:

Fantastic, I'll be there is 10 minuets. (4:09 p.m.)

When I got there I immediately sat on the nearby wall that overlooked the rest of the park. Taking out my sketchbook that I'd packed in my satchel, I began sketching the park.

I must've been deep into my sketch because when I looked up Rachel was sitting next to me looking at me.

"Hey, sorry. Guess I was a bit too focused." I blushed and looked down.

"It's fine. You're really good at that. Before you left, had you sketched at all?" Rachel asks a hesitantly.

"I did, but I thought I wasn't good enough. I still do sometimes...about a lot of things. But I'm learning to keep going even though people's opinions still matter and they still linger. And they still...hurt." I say, but now I'm think I said too much.

We aren't even friends like that and here I go opening up to her like I didn't bully her for over a year. I'm such an idiot! I didn't even apologize.

"I get that. As much as we like to pretend that the things people say can't hurt us, they can and they do." Rachel says quietly.

"Rachel...I'm sorry. I know its late, but I really am. I should have never been such a b-... such a mean person to you. It was rude and I shouldn't have followed the crowd like that. You've never deserved that."

"It's okay."

"It isn't. I wasn't raised like that. You shouldn't forgive me just like that." I look down and turn to a clean sheet.

"I don't forgive you." Rachel says shrugging her shoulders.

Since when is Ber- never mind let's not go there.

"It's okay, but you don't forgive me? You're going to have to explain some."

"I mean that it will take me a while to forgive you, but I won't hold it against you. You have your moments when I can see right through your mask and I know you don't mean half the things you say. Plus I realize I'm a lot and not always the easiest person to deal with." Rachel shrugs.

I nod and stand up, motioning her to follow me. We walk around for a bit until we find a nice area by the lake to sit down. Even though I'm sitting on the dirt, I'm somehow comfortable.

I look to my left at Rachel who has her eyes closed and her face tilted up towards the warmth or the sun. Her arms are next to her body, holding her up and her legs are stretched out in front of her. Her hair is freely blowing in the light wind a-and she looks just beautiful. So like a true artist I began to sketch her. Not like a true artist I do it without her permission.

She'll be okay.

"Santana" Rachel calls without opening her eyes or changing her pose. I hum in response.

"What are you doing." Uneasiness shown in her tone.

"Sketching you." I respond casually.

Her body goes tense, "Oh. Why don't you draw the lake or something else?"

"I draw what is most captivating in the moment. You are captivating." I responds just as freely and I see her start to move.

"I'm not and I have no idea why you'd wan't to sketch me. If this is some sort of joke I don't find it funny, Santana, I-"

I put a hand on her arm and look her in her now open eyes, "Relax, you look beautiful."

And if only for a moment we just stare at each other. Blush rising on both of our faces.

"Will you go back to your pose for me please?" I ask quietly.

"Okay..." She responds leaning her arms back and closing her eyes.

And I go back to sketching.

"Okay all done!" I grin, "Ready?"

"Yes, I am." Rachel gets up and stretches.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I squint my eyes playfully.

"I'm positive, Santana." Rachel puts her hands on her hips equally as playful.

"As a proton?"

"As a proton." She rolls her eyes at my joke, "That's really corny, by the way."

"I try." I laugh and hand her my sketchbook from my seat on the ground.

I wait as she examines my sketch, watching her expression go from playful to thoughtful to-to something I cannot read.

"Santana...this is beautiful." Rachel says not looking up.

"Aw shucks, Rach." I chuckle.

"No, really, it's just amazing." Rachel finally looks up tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I immediately stand and step towards her.

"Nothing its just t-that this girl is beautiful. I've never seen myself as beautiful before, but thi-this is me, right? Is this how you see me?" Rachel asks point to the sketch.

"Well, yeah. Rachel, I already told you that you are beautiful. And I mean this is the most friend-way ever, but you are pretty much drop dead gorgeous." I shrug.

Rachel decides at that moment to burst into tears and hug me. So I hug her back.

A few minuets pass and I hear my phone buzz.

Shit, that's my mother. I'm late.